Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.

I think that one of these days you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there.

We’re all a little broken. We’re all a little twisted. We’re all less than we could be or want to be.